Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It's 57 minutes and 0ne second to the new year, and I'm thinking about resolutions. Just thinking because I don't really believe in making them. Why bother? Yes, I could lose another 10 pounds, and yes, I could probably give up a million and one things, but for some reason, if I make a public declaration that I'm going to do something- anything- I generally shoot myself in the foot and create my own failure. So, if I don't make a resolution and just happen to lose 10 pounds- great, and if I don't- well, that's ok, too. There are many more important things in life. I've been thinking a lot about Grandpop lately, and from the time I was a kid, I've thought if I could be half the person he was, I'd be a pretty decent person. That's something I can concentrate on now- being that person- taking time each day to reflect on what I can do better or differently. I can take the time to make a difference for someone else. Instead of working on making myself look better on the outside, I can work on being better on the inside. This isn't a resolution because I can't promise I'll succeed every day, but what I can promise is that I'll remember Grandpop's example and try to live up to what he would want me to be. I'll remember to laugh at myself and to find joy in the simple things. I'll remember that each child I teach is the best that his/her parents have and try to see each one from his/her parent's eyes. And I'll remember to follow my heart because it's so much smarter than my head. Last, I'll say what I'm feeling even though some might think it's cheesy... I love you my family and friends. You're all so important to me, and you light up my life in more ways than you know.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I've been Jewish for nearly twenty years now, and though I can't imagine being anything else, I have to admit there's something about Christmas that gets me. Maybe it's the memories of my own childhood. I remember, as a little girl, getting into the car with my mom and sister and brothers on Christmas Eve to go to the local fire station to buy a Christmas tree. By Christmas Eve the pickin's were slim, but it didn't matter- they were also affordable. We'd go back to our house - I particularly remember doing this in Warner Robins, Georgia- on the Air Force base- and spend the evening decorating the tree. The best years were the few where we were able to visit Grandmom and Grandpop in New Jersey. We'd all gather at their house along with aunts, uncles, and cousins on Christmas Eve. We'd cram in around the dining room table for good food and lots of laughter- Grandmom filling our bellies - often tossing the few leftover vegetables on top of dessert, and Grandpop filling our souls with his funny, poignant stories. After dinner, we'd all help clear the table, and Grandpop would wash the dishes while we fought over who would be his dish dryer. With plenty of dishtowels to go around, we all helped. Finally, we'd adjourn into the living room, where a tall evergreen stood next to the stairs, and Santa Claus would come to hand out presents. Grandmom would get talked into playing the piano, and we'd sing at the top of our lungs. Though we've made our own Hanukkah memories over the years, the Christmas ones from my childhood are irreplaceable. These days when I find myself in the car on the way to who knows where, I often turn up the radio, and I swear I hear Grandmom on the piano and Grandpop leading the rest of us in singing those old tunes I remember so well, and I have to sing along. Merry Christmas everyone!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Child number four, Alana, graduated from University of Texas at Brownsville this weekend, so we all piled into two cars and made the trek down to be a part. Kristinn (number 1) even came in from Virginia to join us, so it was wonderful to spend some time with her too. It was in the 80's in Brownsville, and graduation was outside- a beautiful breezy day. The only downside to the day was the keynote speaker who was awful. He spoke about how great HE was and had very little to say that would motivate anyone. Universities need to do a better job at screening their speakers. BUT, the good news is that Alana is now finished. She wants to pursue a Master's - probably in Linguistics. After graduation, Kristinn and I headed back to San Antonio for my final show. We had a completely packed house- had to add chairs, and it was a great night. Afterward a few of us went out to eat and laughed 'til we cried. Kristinn had to leave on Sunday afternoon, so it was a short visit, but we're glad we got to spend time with her. Alana and Jake got here today and will be spending a week. I'm off for two weeks, and maybe I'll get something done- maybe not...
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Well, my play, In God's Hands, opened tonight to a full house. It was a little nerve-wracking, but it went off great, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Rachel and Alana were there with Aden, so they can tell you if it was really any good or not...I am so lucky, though. Not only do I have the best director in town at the helm, but I have the best actors, too. They've taken my script and they've turned it into a show! There was only one small error tonight that just cracked me up. The guy playing the rabbi is supposed to say, "God's miracles aren't like that..." but instead he said, "God doesn't bake challah like that." Act I ends with the "Challah Rap," and when I wrote the song, I had no idea how funny it would be. That's thanks to the actors who are just hilarious. They do all of the sound effects and get the entire audience involved. During intermission, I asked Aden if he had sung with the actors, and he spouted off the beginning of the chorus. So, all in all, I felt pretty darn good about it. Five more shows to go..aiyiyi.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I honestly don't believe that kids are born bad. Something happens along the way, and it too often comes from watching their parents- their first role models- make poor choices themselves. Even worse, though, is the parent who enables his/her child. If they don't have consequences when they're little kids, and their parents constantly "bail" them out of every difficulty, they (the kids) are most likely going to continue to make poor decisions and get into more and more trouble. I've had more people than I can count ask me how we managed to raise 6 successful, great kids, and my answer to that is #6 isn't quite raised yet, so ask me again in about three years. But seriously, I think we have to let them make mistakes and they have to have consequences for those mistakes. If they make them when they're young, they're going to learn from them and hopefully not make too many bigger ones when they're older. We can keep them out of the alternative school (the place students are sent for big offenses like drugs and weapons or chronic misbehavior), but we can't wait until they're in middle school to start. Loving your kids enough to hold them responsible for their actions is part of a parent's job, and it's better to have a 5 year old a little angry with you than to have to bail your 16 year old out of jail.